"Shen Jiarui. Don't let any of them escape." Shen Jinmo's anger surged, his handsome eyes burning with barely suppressed fury.

Shen Jiarui was extremely skilled. After being expelled from university, he found a private teacher and learned Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) that no one could match.

He rushed outside and took on four opponents single-handedly, quickly knocking those bastards to the ground.

Shen Jiarui stepped on Sun Tingwei's face with his leather shoe. "Why do you look so familiar? Aren't you that kid from the Sun family?"

This guy was always being chased and beaten by him when he was a kid.

I never imagined that even now that I'm all grown up, I'd still be so vulnerable.

Sun Tingwei had never been wronged like this before. He braced himself on the ground with both hands, trying several times to turn over but unable to get up: "I didn't."

Who wants to take the blame for doing something wrong?

"So it is you, grandson. You've gotten quite bold, daring to touch my sister-in-law. Do you have a death wish?"

Shen Jiarui used a bit more force with his foot, causing Shen Tingwei to howl in pain.

The commotion was quite loud, and students who had just finished the presentation gradually came to watch.

Jiang Zhan pushed through the crowd to the front.

Seeing Sun Tingwei, who had once trampled him to the ground, now being trampled underfoot in the same manner, he finally felt a sense of triumph.

Silently, I picked up my phone, took a picture of this young master Sun, and sent it to the school's main group chat.

...

Anyang was responsible for clearing the crowd out of the restroom and shutting out all the noise and chatter.

Shen Jinmo, supporting himself on the door of the cubicle, walked step by step to the innermost cubicle.

Lu Zhiwei was slowly and methodically tidying her hair and clothes.

A tear in her shirt revealed the curves of her chest, but her fair and delicate face remained as calm as a still lake.

All of this looks like a post-event cleanup.

He could no longer contain his anger.

Where did they touch you?

Lu Zhiwei stared at him blankly, her gaze complex and profound.

Just now, when he made Shen Jiarui frantically bang on the door with his wheelchair, she naively thought he was worried about her safety.

"Mr. Shen is worried every day that this man will touch me, that man will touch me. Expired possessiveness is ineffective."

Shen Jinmo's cold, deep eyes gradually darkened. He wanted to say something, but he held back.

He took out his phone and called the police immediately.

Within ten minutes, the nearest police arrived at the scene.

Shen Jiarui picked up his grandsons from the ground one by one and threw them in front of the police: "These brats are suspected of rape. They must be severely punished."

The police officers who arrived apprehended Sun Tingwei and several other boys, and then handcuffed them.

"Officer, it's all a misunderstanding. We just had a little grudge against this woman, we didn't do anything." Sun Tingwei hurriedly tried to explain himself, not wanting the matter to escalate and reach his family.

"Where is the victim?" the lead police officer asked sternly.

“Here.” Lu Zhiwei tidied herself up, put on her high heels, and walked out of the cubicle.

As he passed by Shen Jinmo, he suddenly grabbed her arm, took off his coat, and wrapped it around her shoulders to prevent her from being laughed at by more people.

Lu Zhiwei threw away Shen Jinmo's coat, just as decisively as she threw him away.

Looking at the coat lying on the ground, Shen Jinmo frowned, unable to speak.

An Yang immediately took off her women's suit jacket and rushed over to wrap Lu Zhiwei up tightly.

"Were there any witnesses at the scene?" the police officer asked her.

Lu Zhiwei shook her head: "No."

"Where's the evidence?"

"Yes," Lu Zhiwei replied.

The handcuffed boys stared at each other, wide-eyed. They hadn't touched her; where did she get the evidence?